The middle and bottom tier slowly degraded into cheap prostitution, and things came to the situation that exists as of today.I am telling you this bec...use I want you to understand and appreciate what is going to happen next. I am descended from one of the top tier exponents of this art, and the only reason why I know what I know is a strange insistence from my great grandmother, that these arts be passed onto at least one girl child of the next generation so that the art lives on…”Whoa. This. A hug. Soon the kisses became more intense and the breast touching became my hand inside of her bathing suit. I remembered the arrangement I had made with Valerie when I put the cushions on the floor in the cabana and I took Judy to the steps and led her out of the pool.Once inside the cabana, I spread the cushions around and we put towels on top of them. We had only kissed a few times when I pulled her suit down and started playing with her breasts and nipples. As we rolled around on the. Cheryl would be perfect if she was willing and able to accept the role."Hi," one of the men said, and he was handsome enough in his two piece suit, tall and dark, with a nice smile. He was the older, thirty years old easily, and full of confidence."Hi, thank you for the drinks," I smiled up at him, and the two men took that as an invitation to sit down, opposite each other and between Cheryl and me."Hi, my name's Darren," the other man said, looking at Cheryl and offering her his hand. He was. . And Faye is caught between lifting her head to try and look down at him, and banging it back against the bed as waves of pleasure spike through her crotch... Arching her back, gasping at the ceiling, she reaches down with both hands – holding them over his head ... Wanting to stroke him, or rest them on him, but not wanting to distract him ... Bringing them up to her tits, squeezing them – pinching her little pink nipples as he continues to slide that long tongue in and out, between her.